Things are changing. Can ya’ll feel it? I know it’s not just me because there’s a whole bunch of craziness going on in the sky right now. My hippy dippy astrology sources are buzzing. Don’t worry, this isn’t a star post– you skeptics can continue reading. This post is about transitions. More specifically, the transitions…
One Year and Two Kids
Hi! Yes, I’m alive. My vacation has come to an end after an almost-too-relaxing week with my family. I’m tan, I’m waterlogged, and I’m full. Yesterday, I said goodbye to one of my sisters and her family for the last time before they leave to travel the world. Beginning next week, they are literally spending…
Doing Fine
It’s week two of summer vacation in my nanny house, and I feel like a haggard parent to three. Juggling what each kid needs while managing who is throwing a tantrum, and trying not to take their kid jabs to heart when I have to lay down the law— it is wearing me out. Kudos…
So High
Ive been told that I have this habit of stating my emotions explicitly. Like, maybe I’m sitting in a hot tub with my friends and I’m feeling nostalgic, hopeful, grateful, happy, and content all at once. I will literally announce what I’m feeling because that moment is notably happier than the other 98.5% of my…
When People Suck pt.2
There’s a reason we don’t talk about mental health as much as we should. There’s a reason suffering people suffer alone. There’s a reason that I’m so sure our world is full of entitled people ignoring problems that don’t apply to them. There’s a reason I started this blog, a reason for my mental health…
The D Word
To be honest, internet, I’ve been on the struggle bus lately. And, for the sake of this post (despite how uncomfortable admitting it is), I need to name that my struggle bus is called “depression.” To be more honest, I fear that by typing that word, I’m loosing a lot of your attention. The truth…
Shenanigans
It was a weekend of fun in Morgan-land. I spent Saturday with my friend Lindsey. Admittedly, I tried to postpone our plans so I could stay in bed; but, the girl bullied me out of the house, and I’m way grateful for it. After a day of shopping and lunching, we headed to a theater…
Dreaming and Hoping
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a tumultuous relationship with getting my hopes up. Generally speaking, all things I’ve struggled with are because something didn’t go the way I’d hoped… I don’t imagine that I’m alone in that. We come out of the womb this way– blindly trusting, annoyingly optimistic, and assuming…
